Hi guys, so this is the new story I'm starting! Hope you guys enjoy, because this my first time attempting to write a halo fic. Or a RWBY one. Both are amazing so yeah. This is just an idea that came to mind one day. All constructive criticism welcome! :)

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, NOR WILL I WITHIN MY LIFETIME

Breathe in. Breathe out. It was automatic as the purple armored spartan gently eased the trigger back on her DMR. The armor piercing shot rang out, quickly followed by a gurgled cry of the now dead Elite. It was the last one on the bridge. Satisfied with her work the black lens surveyed the aftermath of the carnage now. The feminine armored figure was the last one left on the bridge after the firefight. A small frown set on her face as she surveyed the now dead friendlies. She did secure the bridge while her teammate set the bomb, but at what cost was it?

Sarah-B132 aka Noble Six turned to walk back to the pelican where the slipspace bomb was. She stood at a towering six feet five inches tall, her dark purple with black accents armor gleaming. Her armor set consisted of her Mark VI helmet coupled with a black visor, CQC left shoulder pad, Sniper right one. Standard FJ/PARA knee pads and Collar/Breacher chest piece finished off her loadout. Only real customizing she had done besides color was the two short swords she had strapped to her calves. Her DMR in hand with shotgun magnetized to her back, she saw Jorge fiddling with the bomb as the automatic door to the hangar opened. There must be something wrong then. Otherwise the big man would still have his chain gun in hand. Six headed over to see the problem. It could probably be any number of things. She did her best to ignore the bodies of the marines and Covenant lying around.

Jorge hearing Six's boots coming spoke out, "Well I got good news and bad news. Good news is the bomb is primed and ready. Bad news is it has to be detonated manually."

"That's a one way trip." Six pointed out.

Jorge merely nodded. Six then thought. With the short time she was with the spartan II she new he would be the one to make the sacrifice. He was the selfless bastard like that. But he was the veteran. He was the one who has been with Noble team longer. She was just a spartan III, meant to be dispensable. He had been with team longer. She has made some mistakes in her life, this isn't one that she is going to let the big guy make.

Jorge was about to take off his helmet, hands reaching for the seals on either side. Six just merely shook her head walking over and grabbing his wrist.

"Six what the hell?" Jorge asked in curiosity..

"Sorry Jorge, but I got this. The team needs you." Six muttered. Her arm dropped to the side as she looked up at the much bigger spartan. He looked hesitant, rightly so. She was basically saying she was ready for death. To be honest, she was ready. At least that is what she kept repeating in her head. She would shoulder Jorge away from the bomb's controls barely sparing the behemoth a glance.

"Leave while you can."

Jorge was silent looking at the other spartan.

"If that is your choice. . ." His tone was solemn. With that he turned away, slowly stepping until he dropped out of the hangar.

Looking over her shoulder, Six let out a sigh as she watched the man drop out of the hangar. He should be able to reach earth. She looked back to set everything. There, everything should be ready and set to blow. At least the silver lining would be she saves Reach in all of this. That thought put a small smile upon her features. She took a breath. Breathe in, breathe out. Flipping the switch, she closed her eyes as everything went white. Feeling left her body. Six would like to say that after that she was able to have peace. Some after life where she could finally rest. Something alongside those lines of belief. But instead she just heard a booming voice echo across her mindscape.

"HMM, A WARRIOR. . . YOUR DESTINY IS NOT OVER YET."

With that, it felt like she was submerged under water. Feeling coursed back through her limbs as she took in a deep breath. Six was lying against a ground in what appeared to be a. . .forest? What is going on? Six began to sit up. Her legs came into view as she took this moment to look herself over. That resulted in her letting out a few curses. Her armor was missing. Well, at least all of it accept her forearm guards, gloves, shin guards, and boots. Meaning that her shields were probably out. The universe didn't completely hate her though. She still had her two swords strapped to her legs.

'Easy there Six. . .' The super soldier thought to herself. She was a trained soldier damnit and she would not falter under these odd conditions. She went to run her hand through her hair, letting out a sigh when she felt something on her head. A furry two somethings actually. Her hand froze as her eyes widened a tad. Sarah was trained to handle any circumstances but this?! Waking up in the middle of the forest missing most of her armor and now she has two wolf ears protruding out of her head? This was honestly very worrisome. The soldier slowly stood up shaking her head. She had to find the nearest UNSC outpost. She didn't know where she was or where she could be but she had to get priorities down.

'Let's get moving.' Six thought to herself once again. She began to walk forward when she started to hear gunfire. Seemed to be north of where she was, about 10 clicks. That gave her some urgency. Maybe they were UNSC personnel? With that in mind she unsheathed her two weapons and began to sprint forwards in the direction of the noise. It wasn't too long until she stumbled upon where the noise was originating from. The trees gave way to a clearing. Six was able to see exactly the cause of the gunfire. Of all things she expected, seeing a girl dressed in all black with a bow fighting some monster bears straight out of a fairytale was not one of them.